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✧CURE FOR DRAGON POXS✧

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Senior Lestrange hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, his heart shattered to a million bits as he stormed through his previous summer manor. But he had given it up for the sake of his son starting his own family, though he should've saved the bigger estate for his second son considering—
Nothing.

There was too much at stake.

He plowed through the given hallways and directed straight towards his son's wife study, his arm throwing the door open and barging in.

"Cassiopeia, it's urgent!" The woman had looked up from her parcel as she turned to her husband in confusion.

"Too urgent for an owl?" She questioned, taking off her glasses and rising up to her feet in worry.

"What is the matter?" Senior Lestrange had caught the half-hearted glare directed to him from his son but continued to divulge the issue.

Linda Lestrange has caught Dragon Pox.

"Raba...Take Romulus and Cara out of the room." Rabastan hadn't even given a second thought about the illness being past to his children at a time like this, but he managed quite easily to apparent them to the conjoined playroom.

"So you decide to come into my home, still carrying the virus...When you know that there are children here?" The man gawked at his carelessness, his apology overlapped as he asked his daughter for anything that would help Linda. Especially since he knew that Orion and Clarissa had been given a few potions.

However only one of them ever took them.

"This sounds like a bit of Karma."
"Please, Cassi...I beg you." It led to a scoff, and a roll of her eyes as she cleared the air of the disease and told him to do the same whenever he entered a room with Linda occupied.

And she turned towards her desk all while ordering an elf to do the same throughout the manor.

"I thought I was an incapable witch that needed to be taught her place?" She questioned, glancing upwards for a moment and Mr. Lestrange bowed his head in a world filled with regret.

Before he could say anything more incriminating did she hand him a pamphlet and he swiped it instantly. It had been a date, time and address causing him to wave it in air.

"What is this rubbi—"

"That rubbish you are holding is my daughter's second trail testing of her discovered potion to cure the very illness that your new wife has...Little light you stated it perfectly. It's karma." Aurora had smiled to herself as she felt his words wrap around her like a warm blanket.

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